it keeps every one inside.
safe, and snug like a bug.
All though, a couple of my friends just went down to the shore to celebrate the hurricane.
As the storm brews above the water,
five (or more) pale faces sit anxiously waiting for its arrival.
Only to run away when it comes.
Its like when you were a kid and your family took you to the beach.
you came all this way, drove all this way.
You finally get there through the layers of traffic lights and aggressive drivers,
and all you do is tip-toe your way in,
avoiding the troubled tide.
"Who could imagine, a holiday at the sea"
-Honey Thief
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